Page 158 of Psycho Alphas: Part Two
There wasn’t a cell in my body that could have resisted her at that point.
My fly was undone, my cock in my fist before I even knew it. The hormones that had long been burning through my system—pushing me over the edge at the mall—were back.
The thick girth of my shaft notwithstanding, Thistle took me all the way to the knot. There was a moan in her chest, eyes crossing as Knox pressed his fingers into her cunt from behind.
This had to be the pinnacle of existence, her lust scenting the air. I pumped into her mouth slowly, pulling out enough for her to catch her breath.
Knox freed his own cock and adjusted her hips. The plug was buzzing, and through the bond I could feel a hint of desperation from her.
She was so turned on.
It was hard not to focus on the way her back arched as his cock split her open. She whined as I drove in, the sound muffled and happy.
I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on as we took her like that, her scent pure bliss.
Knox sped up, and she moaned again, body limp as we took our pleasure with her, pure, happy surrender in the bond.
I pumped into her, fist tight in her hair as I let her breathe again, then drove in without mercy. She was shivering, and I felt our pleasure building together.
This was the first time both me and Knox hadchosenintimacy with Thistle. The first time he’d had no say, the second I hadn’t, but I couldn’t ignore the part of my brain that accepted this as right. It paired with the feral instincts demanding I claimher. As if they were as tuned into pack dynamics as they were our Omega.
“You take your pack so fucking well, Kitten,” I growled, sliding my shaft right to the knot. The words came out before I’d thought them through.
I hadn’t intended to make eye contact with Knox, but I glanced up before I could stop myself. He looked a little shocked, actually, which was saying something for him.
Well. It would be too awkward not to commit now. “You’re such a good pack Omega,” I told her, dropping my gaze and watching her take my length all the way.
Thistle moaned over me, the words sending her over the edge she’d already been waiting on, fists balling where they were pinned together as I pumped into her. It was too much with her tight body convulsing around me, and I finished down her throat. Knox wasn’t far behind.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Doll,” he groaned, fingers biting into her hips, his lips pulled back in a slight snarl as he climaxed. I wasprettystraight, but not so much that I couldn’t appreciate it.
Tucking my length away, I dropped back onto the daybed, dazed as I watched them. Knox had turned off the vibe, and Thistle was peaceful and happy in the bond, now seated on his desk as he pressed his lips to hers. I did a double take at that, not having expected it given where those lips had just been.
Maybe what Thistle had said to me the other day—under the duress of Bambi’s terrified gaze—had stuck in my brain.
He was a complete prick, but Ihadclaimed him.
When I’d saved him from Bella’s Alphas the night she’d invaded our home—I’d felt a flicker of it then. And when my instincts had risen at her party as I’d stopped Bella putting her hands on him, that was when it had become impossible to ignore.
I had claimed him, and my hindbrain clung to that. I didn’t know how to picture this pack without him. More than that, if I was truly honest, I didn’t know how to picture being a part ofanypack without him.
Knox lowered down to Thistle’s neck, drawing his teeth across her skin. His eyes met mine for a moment as they grazed my bite. I wasn’t expecting to feel… happiness, seeing that, as if there really was something wrong that he wasn’t in this fucking bond yet.
She’d been stressed, and I’d been out of my depth.
He’d fixed it.
Thistle let out a rumble of delight as Knox dug his teeth in just a little.
I realised there was a stupid smile on my face. Wiping it off, I tapped on my phone, which I’d absently pulled from my pocket, pretending to distract myself. If the other two didn’t sort it out soon, I’d hunt down Bella myself. Knox was pack, and that was a fact none of us could go back from.
“You know this was supposed to be punishment,” Knox said to her. “Not a reward.”
Thistle’s smile was devilish, and she looked very pleased with herself.
Knox chuckled. “Maybe I’m not done.”
She perked up, clearly still turned on and ready for more.
